21 February 1992
It’s been so cold and dry that when I walk around, the roof of my mouth palpitates. I know that it is an indication of a state that is not very good, but I am beginning to really like the feeling.
Life continues to be really intense and I realized, last night, that part of it is that while going through lots of changes, growing, and figuring out so many things about myself, it’s hard to reconcile with the things that haven’t changed yet, or the things that will never change (the past, and things which I can’t "grow out of" but must just come to terms with).